Swiftcurrent Creek freedom is not a coffee break with your boss

A move; an influx of new members; pups— none of these things had necessarily appealed to Samaantine, and still they did not. Some days she considered leaving, going back to the bleeding forest. It was nice there. Likely less crowded now. Most days, she was too attached to having someone around to glare at. There was no shortage here.
She trailed lazily along the creek, trying to decide whether she wanted to go antagonize Samothes or not. Ultimately, she decided against it— too easy, too familiar. But what else tied her to this pack anymore? Samaantine saw no opportunity in the place; nothing of particular interest, even. Well, unless you think furry gremlins are interesting. She did not.